All he could see was gray. So much gray. Sand was everywhere. This was gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack.

"JEMMA!"

Silence. Just the sound of the wind on this bleak, desolate planet.

"JEMMA!"

He kept walking. Then he felt the tug. He knew Daisy was trying her best but he needed more time.

"JEMMA! JEMMA!"Then he heard it. Very faint but definitely there.

"FITZ!"

She was there! He had to get to her. Had to keep moving. He couldn't go back now.

"JEMMA!"

Suddenly she was there, staggering towards him. He lunged forward against the pull of the rope and grasped her hands. But then he was yanked back. She was slipping away, out of his fingertips. He was losing her. He was going to lose her. It would all be for nothing and she was going to die there.

She reached out once more...

...and then he was in the pile of rubble.

"Jemma," he murmured, searching through. "Jemma!" But she wasn't there. She wasn't there! He couldn't find her!

She was gone. He had failed.

He had failed her. He was never getting that date. He would never-

Fitz was sick of nightmares. Waking up and having to remind himself he saved her. Jemma was safe.

He stretched. It was clear sleep would elude him for the rest of the night. He got up and wandered down the empty halls.

There was a light coming from the kitchen. Fitz wasn't going to say no to company right now.

But when he walked in he was greeted by the sight of Jemma, being comforted by him.

He had his arm around her and seemed to be whispering in her ear. She smiled softly.

Fitz felt a pain in his stomach.

Jemma looked up and gasped, separating herself from Will slightly.

Fitz looked away awkwardly. "I- er- I came to get a drink, I'll just- I'll come back later, get out of your way, you know." He turned and left as quickly as possible.

Encounters like that were all too common. Fitz avoided them both because it hurt. He had scoured the Internet for dirt on Will Daniels but there was nothing. He was just too likable. He just couldn't hate the guy. Plus, he made Jemma happy.

He just wished he could still do that.

The rest of the team had been sympathetic to his situation, even May, in her... May-ish way. Hunter had even insisted he had a hog face, which he clearly didn't.

The worst blow had come a couple of nights ago. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop but he had heard Jemma talking to Bobbi.

"I love him, but in a different way. He saved me, and I don't want to hurt him, but I need to tell him the truth." He didn't hear what Bobbi said, but Jemma responded by exclaiming, "But Fitz won't even look at me! I can't explain anything like that!"

Fitz didn't need to hear any more. He understood. Fitzsimmons was broken. He could fight for their friendship in time, but there was no way he was fighting the curse. It would only hurt her more. She was happy now. He now had to try to be happy for her.

Fitz loved her, and he would have to let her go.

Sorry, this is unbearably short. I guess I'm finding this one really hard to write because they're an OTP!

Okay, also my muse is more on my other story I'm writing. It's cute and funny (I hope) and involves Jemma being a klutz.